When You Were Mine

I prefer a drip like oil from the tip of my fountain
A shade darker per the hours now a light scent
Dot to the line plus crossed and script symboling
Sometimes just pictures, but if you can read, then lucky
These lines are not permanents for we too ash
Wear your scars
They only last as long as you

~ by Joy Suzanne Grazer on October 31, 2014.

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